Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.